Sync Different

I’m a dying breed,
I’m A dying breed,
Let em hear the artillery,

Woah Full penetration in the magazine,
If I aim close enough, then he won’t breathe again,
I don’t spray for the fun,
But I enjoy the thrill,
I was built different,
yeah you know the drill

No You gonna wake the cobra,
Blow it up like supernova,
Buckle up, this here the closer,

Huddle up, let’s take control and,
We’re gonna creep thru the door and,
Ain’t nobody seen us coming,
We came here to shut the party,

Sorry,
I do not pack with no mini toys,
I got them guns, making scary noise,
The Team moving up, if they hear my voice,
Hate the violence but I won’t avoid it,
I was Born a rider, I ain’t had a choice,
I’m a Dying breed with a death wish, and I’m coming for you with a vengeance,

For every soul that fell in a fight,
Rejoice,
Every soul that found the path to the light,
Rejoice,
My and my brother give our lives to this fam,
Cuz we chose it,
We’re dying breed, cuz we’re chosen,

I’m a dying breed,
I’m A dying breed,
Let em hear the artillery,

Woah Full penetration in the magazine,
If I aim close enough, then he won’t breathe again,
I don’t spray for the fun
But I enjoy the thrill,
I was built different,
yeah you know the drill

I’m a dying breed,
I’m a dying breed
I’m a dying breed

Riding with my brothers fighting for a dream,

I’m a dying breed,
I’m a dying breed
I’m a dying breed

Riding with my brothers fighting for a dream

Je tourne en rond dans ma boutique,J'en ai ma claque j'en ai ma clique.J'vends des souvenirs au bout d'la place,Toute une camelote qui s'entasse,Mais tout ce commerce est en berne,Depuis que c'est mon mec qui le gouverne.

Oh! mais là faut que ça cesse!J'suis plus de la première jeunesseSi je veux vivre de mes breloques,Il faut que j'le mette à la porte!
Mais qui va m'réchauffer l'café?Partager mes coups dans l'nez?Me dire que j'suis la plus belle,Pendant que je fais la vaisselle?

Et dès qu'arrivent les touristes,Le voilà qui se met en piste!Il terrorise les gamins,Et les parents font du tintouin,Et s'il entre une bonne sœur, Monsieur, grossier,Insulte le seigneur!


English translation :
RENGAINE

I go round and round in my boutique,I can’t stand it anymoreI sell souvenirs at the end of the square,A load of tat piling upBut because business is badSince my guy took over
Oh
! it’s got to stopI’m no longer in the prime of youthIf I must live from my trinketsI’ll have to chuck him outBut who’s gonna make my coffeeShare the one over the oddsTell me I am the prettiestWhile I’m doing the washing-up
And as soon as the tourists arrive,Then his show beginsHe terrorizes the kidsAnd the parents make fussAnd if a none comes in, Monsieur, uncouth,Insults the Good Lord